Scan Me Please
Oh Yes, They Did
In Five...
Down by the Bay
100

I am Stressed, Unstressed, Unstressed but you can call me ....

Dactyl

100

I wrote 154 english sonnets, and you've probably memorized a few of them

William Shakespeare

100

Make me thy ____________ even as the forest is: 

Lyre

100

This rises and falls

The Tide 

200

"True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance,

As those move easiest who have learn’d to dance."

And truly, these lines are in ___________________?

Iambic Pentameter

200
The Don and I popularized this Italian form of poetry, removing a syllable to make it a bit more English in nature.

Lord Byron

200

Will take from both a deep, ________________ , 

autumnal tone

200

Sunlight may settle here, but in this poem the darkness does 

roof and walls

300

" ∪     /       ∪       /      ∪      /       ∪       /
He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,

∪     /      ∪      /    ∪     /     ∪      /
Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed."

At these two lines of iambic _____________?




Tetrameter

300

"I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light..."

Robert Frost 

300

Be thou, Spirit Fierce, ....

My Spirit

300

The morning breaks; ...

Stamp and neigh, ....; 

the steeds in their stalls

as the hostler calls;

400

A slumber did my spirit seal;

I had no human fears:

∪     /   ∪     /    ∪   / ∪     /
A slumber did my spirit seal;

∪  /     ∪    /  ∪     /
I had no human fears:

400

Before ababcdcdefefgg there was little old me and my version of what you see 

Petrarch 
400

_______ and _________, my words among mankind

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind 

400

"The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore..."

creates a sad ___________ at the poem's conclusion

Mood 

500

I do not suit my name because I'm the opposite of myself ( /_ _ )

Anapest 

500

On that pallid bust of Pallas sits my sanity nevermore

Edgar Allen Poe

500

My final question is ...

...O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

500

The poem, in its entirety, goes like this...

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

      And the tide rises, the tide falls.


Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

      And the tide rises, the tide falls.


The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveller to the shore,

      And the tide rises, the tide falls.